Closing time...

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

Maia and I had a conversation today about why so many songs on the radio have to do with 'love'. I didn't really know what to tell her. I've never really been in 'I love you, you love me' kind of love...so I guess it's hard to speak when you don't have experience...but

what is SO GREAT about love?

I would just really like someone to tell me. Can a life with friend-love and family-love be as fulfilling as a life with boyfriend/husband-love? Or, can a life without SEX be fulfilling? It seems that with all the songs on the radio talking about love and sex, and all the romantic comedies out in theaters, and all the hype about Valentines Day, and all the talk about marriage (Even though I haven't graduated college yet) etc. that life without love CAN'T be fulfilling or good. I don't know how I feel about that.

So, the romantic in me, who buys into society's value of romantic-love, says that 'YES' of course romantic-love is the ultimate achievement/accomplishment (I don't really know what to call it...it's not like you really accomplish love but whatever). And I think of how great it would be to find someone who could understand me, and love me for me...all aspects of me not just the funny side of my personality or my caring side. And I think of how great it would be to actually have a DATE for things like parties, or family functions, or to go to the movies with me. But then I worry that I might just want love out of convenience, and not for love itself.

But then, the independent woman in me says 'I DON'T NEED a man in my life, or romance, to be happy!'. I have friends. And am about to graduate college. I have family. I have opportunities to travel. I have passion. I have hobbies. I've seen amazing things...and will see amazing things in the future. What do I need love and romance for? Shouldn't the love I have for myself, and for my friends and family be enough?

Probably. I like love songs, because they remind of me possibilities. Love songs help me imagine what it would be like to be in love, and opens me up the possibility of it all. Maybe I'll give romance a try some day. And, even if no one is in love with me right now, at least I have a song that can act as my significant other. I can have an anonymous voice tell me that I'm great, and beautiful, and that it wants to be with me. And I think that other people like love songs for the same reason. If you can't be loved by a person, why not be loved by a song?


The purpose in life is to be important, and wanted, and loved. Love songs, even if only for 3 minutes, make everyone feel those three things. Sure, curing cancer or finding an AIDS vaccine is great-but what's the point of all that if you don't have love in your life? Love is purpose. It's just determing what kind of love is the purpose in your life that's the hard part.

Bonjour

So, I have started a new blog. I don't want to say that I've 'started a blog' since I currently have three other blogs: one with my sister, one with xanga (that I haven't updated in a while, but used to write in daily), and one with livejournal (that I basically wrote to keep in touch with one of my friends...).

But this is a new start.

And I guess it kind of makes sense to start a 'new' blog since I'm about to start a 'new' chapter in my life! How corny...and this is only the beginning.

I was having a rough couple of days, feeling stressed about any/all of the following: graduation, finding a job, finding an apartment for next year, money, papers I have due, readings I have due, friends that are frustrating me at the moment...and now I'm suddenly back.

I can contribute my renewed spirit to: having a bitchfest at work today, eating good pad thai for lunch, and getting a 94 on a news story assignment I had for class. It was a pretty good day.

I don't really have anything else to say at this moment, so I'll insert a quote from 1984 that I found, and like, and reminds of me this documentary, "Invisible Children", that I saw on Saturday.

"It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody in Eurasia or Eastasia as well as here. And the people under the sky were also very much the same
Everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or thousands of millions of people just like this People. Ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies and yet almost exactly the same. People who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world."